Paintings of Terror

"God, brother-in-law, are you saying that this dog is my heart?" Luo Xie was about to jump on Ke Xun now, and Mu Yiran cleared his throat and pulled him away politely: "Otherwise, your body feels Where is the car now?"

Luo Xie calmed down a little, and looked down at the white dog, who was staring at him with a pair of pitiful eyes unique to dogs, Luo Xie looked at it for a while: "That's right, she is Xinchun. .”

Everyone: "..."

"Come on, Xinchun, come to Dad." Luo Kuo's attitude took a 180-degree turn. This white dog is not too big and can be easily picked up by Luo Kuo, "It's really her! There is also a plate on it! It is the platinum and diamond plate I hang on the somatosensory car!"

"..."

"I think it's necessary for us to check the items we brought." Shao Ling opened his backpack, which had turned into a big coarse cloth chain at this time, "The flashlight turned into a few big candles, and the food turned into Dried bread, compass... the compass is missing, I clearly remember it was in the bag."

"I also have a compass on my watch." Fang Fei looked at the watch on her wrist, and at some point it had turned into a clay bracelet with an unusual shape.

"My Casio has turned into a broken hemp rope." Luo Kuo hugged his heart and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Among the newcomers, only Mai Peng wore a watch, but it was completely changed at this time. He looked at his partner Xi Shengnan: "Didn't you bring a set of knives?"

Xi Shengnan opened her bag: "Although the box has changed, the contents inside should still be there," she said as she opened the wooden box in her hand, "This box still has my name on it, it seems that here It’s also in Chinese characters.”

Mai Peng seems to be more concerned about the knives in the box, and he stretched his head to look: "There are several commonly used knives. Although the appearance has changed, it does not affect the use. Some tools seem to have become unrecognizable... But, is there something here? How many things are missing?"

Xi Shengnan nodded: "Maybe it's something that the world can't recognize. A new type of knife is missing, and a scraper is also missing."

"I just want to ask, what are you doing with so many knives when you come out to the photography exhibition?" Wei Dong couldn't help but interjected.

Xi Shengnan explained: "We have been on this trip for more than two months. We mainly collect scenery and photography along the way. Sometimes we need to stay in some places for a few days to capture a certain scene. Last month we camped in the wild for nearly a week. These regular knives are naturally indispensable for living outside. ——I brought a set of ceramic knives with me, but I forgot to take them out when I came to the art museum, and I didn’t expect to pass the security check. "

It is unbelievable to bring a knife into the painting, which can not help but remind people of the mysterious power that seems to be playing with the painting.

"I didn't expect you to have the skills to survive in the wild!" Luo Kuo couldn't help but praise.

The old members were surprised by the newcomers. They thought they were limited to photographers of street scenes, but they turned out to be more mature photographers with some experience in wild life.

Weidong: The scraper mentioned just now is probably used to scrape fish scales after catching fish...

"Have all your cameras changed? Can you still take pictures normally?" Mu Yiran asked the newcomers.

The newcomers each took out their own cameras, and Xi Shengnan shook his head: "I have become an entry-level domestic camera for beginners in the 90s."

Similar changes have also taken place in the cameras of several other people. The cameras are very old-fashioned and contain old-fashioned film.

"Try and see if you can still take pictures?" Mu Yiran looked at Mai Peng, who had already skillfully picked up the camera in his hand.

Mai Peng looked at everyone from the viewfinder of the camera, and flipped the film with a click: "I have played with old cameras, and this camera is no problem to take pictures."

Mai Peng's camera lens scanned the surroundings, and suddenly stopped at the deep staircase. Mai Peng's eyes left the camera, and stared at a certain point in the darkness with some doubts.

This move can't help but remind the old members of the experience of the painting "Humanity", and some things that are invisible to the naked eye are often displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Qin Ci couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is there any problem?"

Mai Peng's expression remained calm: "The place in front is too dark, I'm wondering if it's appropriate to take a picture of that place—if you do, you must turn on the flash."

This question was not immediately answered. The surrounding light seemed to be slightly brighter than before, but it was still as weak as a night light, and everyone still couldn't see the whole picture of where they were.

"Something is abnormal, the speed of dawn is too slow." Shao Ling couldn't help but said, "I suspect that this may not be skylight, we may be in a sealed room, these lights may be lights or other lights."

Mai Peng is still holding the camera, looking at the world through the viewfinder.

The other newcomers didn't have the courage to pick up their cameras, as if they were afraid of seeing something they shouldn't see through the viewfinder.

"You don't have to think too much about the surrounding environment," Mu Yiran stared at Mai Peng for a long time before saying, "Just follow your usual photography habits."

As soon as Mu Yiran finished speaking, Mai Peng pressed the shutter, and the flash in the darkness was like a pale flash, illuminating everyone as pale as a stone statue.

The flash did not allow everyone to see the surrounding environment clearly. The sudden strong light made the eyes temporarily blind instead.

Mai Peng no longer held the camera, but let it hang on his chest, his eyes were staring at the stairs at the end of the corridor, and he moved two steps in that direction.

Zhu Haowen stopped him at the right time: "What did you see?"

Mai Peng looked at the expressionless man in front of him, and then looked down at his camera: "The camera settings in the photo I just took kept the maximum depth of field. When I pressed the shutter, I seemed to see a Someone going up the stairs."

Everyone moved closer to their companions subconsciously. This was an instinctive sense of self-protection. Cao Youning's breathing was especially heavy in the dark: "I can't take it anymore. Are we going to be trapped in this small wooden building forever? It's been hours and it's still dark! We're just waiting?"

Cao Youning's sweat dripped on the floor, and there were blurred shadows of everyone on the floor, which made people feel scared and at ease, at least those with shadows were people.

Mu Yiran didn't gather around everyone, but stayed at the place closest to the stairs, as if listening to something.

Ke Xun walked over gently, and said in a very low voice, "It seems that someone is really going upstairs."

Mu Yiran stopped Ke Xun from walking forward: "Don't just step into the unknown darkness."

Ke Xun didn't speak: I just want to advance and retreat with you.

Mu Yiran didn't speak anymore, and held Ke Xun's hand tightly in the dark.

Just when several newcomers were about to collapse, a warm light lit up the corridor, accompanied by the sound of light and steady footsteps.

Everyone was silent, but their eyes were fixed on the direction of the light, and they were slowly moving up from the stairs.

The light gradually brightens, the orange color makes people feel warm, and the whole world gradually appears clearly in front of everyone: this is a very huge wooden building, bigger than the pig cage walled city in "Kung Fu", bigger than "Thousands of Thousands" The soup house in "Spirited and Chihiro" is even bigger, even bigger than the Huanji Building in "Big Fish and Begonia", so big that it looks like a small society.

Lanterns are lit up floor by floor, and you can see the huge patio surrounded by this circle of corridors, and there is an adjacent patio in front, which complements the lights here.The courtyards are connected on all sides, like a city of buildings, and like a country of buildings.

The lamplighter in an old cotton robe walked up to this floor, nodded slightly at several people, and lit up the lanterns on this floor one by one with a long stick-shaped lighting tool in his hand.

"How many people got up so early?" The lamplighter's voice was polite and gentle, "Did you hear the movement downstairs?"

The newcomers stared at this incomparably real NPC, not daring to look directly at it for a while, and only observed each other secretly in the candlelight.

The lamplighter didn't take it seriously, and concentrated on lighting the few lanterns around everyone: "Many people have gone down to watch the excitement."

Qin Ci took advantage of the situation and asked, "Did something happen downstairs?"

"Xiayu is dead." The lamplighter looked pitiful.

Xi Shengnan frowned slightly when he heard the words, everyone remained calm, not knowing what kind of plot would unfold.

The lamplighter sighed: "I don't know who she offended, she was killed last night."

Everyone wanted to ask a lot of questions, but they didn't know where to ask them: Where is this wooden building?What kind of people live here?Who is the deceased Xiayu?Does this have anything to do with our search for signatures? ...

Mu Yi ran a picture downstairs: "Let's go down and have a look."

Hearing this, the lamplighter held the lantern in his hand and stood sideways at the top of the stairs, and then said something that surprised everyone: "Go and have a look, Master Mu, please slow down, there is a step below. Not very stable anymore."

Hearing the NPC call him by his last name, Mu Yiran couldn't maintain his usual composure. He looked at the lamplighter inquiringly, and finally nodded politely: "Thank you for reminding me."

Everyone followed Mu Yiran and walked towards the stairs. When Luo Xie passed by the lamplighter, he suddenly heard the other party say: "Master Luo, what is Xinchun eating today? Or minced meat porridge?"

Luo Kuo was stunned, and opened his mouth for a long time before saying, "Okay, whatever."

Everyone walked down the stairs a little stiffly, and the NPC knew the surnames of several people, which was unique in previous paintings.

Although the previous NPCs were all kinds of weird things, or they were mechanical like repeaters, or real like the people around them, or so weird that they could only hear their voices but not see their people, but these NPCs never knew or asked about the real origins of the members. , perhaps for them, these people are off-screen people, and this alone is enough.

"I really wanted to ask the person who lit the lantern just now, what is our setting in this world? I think this is like an ancient game. We have our own identities in it, and there should be differences. The character design." Lu Heng said to everyone while going downstairs.

"It's best not to talk too much at this time. The old members have more experience than us, and they probably have their own ideas." Xi Shengnan's words still carry some weight among the new members, and Lu Heng quickly shut up.

The task of explanation fell on Qin Ci again, Qin Ci slowed down and walked among several newcomers: "The fact that NPCs can call out our surnames has never happened in previous paintings. Yes, we haven't figured out the laws of this world yet, so it's best not to act rashly, maybe this world is still asleep, and a certain sentence from us may wake them up."